Let’s Take a Walk

I am blessed with a trail on the land next to my house. The man we bought our home from still owns the property next to us, and he allowed me to create a path around it. It takes about 10 minutes to walk, but it’s easy to wander out well after that.

Walk. This word is for me a spell, the action a rite.

I am a Walker, not for exercise: for thought, connection, and growth.

When I suffer, I walk as if I am kissing the earth with my steps, as we were taught by Thich Nhat Hanh. My bare feet touching the ground heal me. When I cannot feel joy, I can find it through the soles of my feet, from the earth, the sky, the wind, all of life around me. When I feel lost, when my loved ones are not enough to hold my heart, I have my feet and the earth. They are always enough.

Grounding, is part of the process, but the forward movement is essential as well. And the sunlight, the wind. Dr. Andrew Huberman agrees with me. It isn’t just abbyscience. He prescribes a walk or jog, outside in sunlight upon rising for the best brain function.

I thought when I moved close to the ocean I would want to walk on the beach every day, but I still prefer the woods, I like shade and birdsong. I like to see animals going about their business. There are of course birds and animals on the beach, but it feels different to me, I guess it’s the Midwesterner in me that still prefers green to blue.

My pampered pups Pirate, Tigger and Chica

-harvesting congo chilies on my walk this morning

I logged hundreds of hours on Chicago streets, finding treasure in garbage, my creative flow stemmed directly from my feet on the pavement.

I memorized 52 poems in 2016 while walking the Cero Frio in Mexico. I mourned my father walking that mountain, and I lost my beloved Bear there. But, I had hundreds of deep work walks there with her too. Walking is not a cure for hardship, it’s a balm, and can be therapy when applied regularly.

I wrote three books while walking, putting them to paper was the outcome of the actual work that occurred while walking. I have received real magic from the earth as I place my feet, one in front of the other upon her.

-my spirit animal, red dragonfly, resting in my hand

I know the earth is alive and sentient. I have felt it, heard it, talked to it, received care, support, and inspiration from it.  If you haven’t visited her lately, she misses you.

Are you a walker, a surfer, a gardener? How do you touch the earth? I’d love to hear your stories of earth magic.

Special Edition

When I was a little girl my grandmother recited and read poetry to me. I have her to thank for my love of poetry. Today for her 90th birthday, I recite my favorite from her repertoire, The Owl and the Pussycat, by Edward Lear.


I love you Grandma, thank you for the gift of poetry…and the chocolate pudding, and all the wonderful philosophical conversations. If only they’d ask us 🙂

My Secret Weapon

Photo unrelated to the post. I just wanted to give you all a wave. :)

Photo unrelated to the post. I just wanted to give you all a wave. 🙂


Perhaps you have wondered where I come up with poems to recite each week.
I have a decent poetry collection but only half of it is here in Mexico, and not all of my favorite poems are appropriate for the project. Though you can read tons of poems on line, it takes time to find the right poem, and time on line is something I don’t have, so I was a little concerned when I began, how I would fuel the project.
My friend Larry gave me an Ipad and showed me the wonders of the app store, where I found Poetry Magazine’s free app. It is fantastic. It’s loaded with poetry from many of my favorite poets and even more I’d never read.
Poems can be searched by theme in addition to poet, title and first line. New poems download automatically, and you can download the pdf of the magazine for free also.
I have Poetry Magazine to thank for my new acquaintance with, Jane Hirschfield, Kevin Young, Juan Felipe Herrera and the author of today’s poem, Todd Boss.(Check out this link, it’s his word press site, he’s also an artist and a filmmaker.)
There are 13 of Mr. Boss’s poems in the app. I found his style unique and intriguing– his form, and sense of rhyme, the way he uses the title of his poem as the first line. He reminds me a bit of Emily Dickenson. This week I recite, the charming– The World is in Pencil, by Todd Boss.
If you are a poetry lover, I highly recommend Poetry Magazine’s free app, it’s a treasure.

Ps. I hope the photo and the links work, forgive me if they’re not, I will fix it soon. Everything “looks” fine, but I’m getting mixed and strange signal from my campo office today. Thank you for you patience. paz, Abby